Chapter 7 #2
“I know.” A satisfied grin paints his face. “The sex was very good for me too.” He slides his thumb between my lips, and I suck on it lightly.
His grin washes away. “My apology wasn’t about that,” he says. “It was for fucking you in front of your lovers. And for doing it in such a crude manner, like you were nothing more than a sheath for my cock.” His thumb slips out of my mouth.
My heart pounds, and I nod, accepting his apology. To be honest, I wouldn’t object to him taking me that way again—even with Saxon and Tynan watching. I quite enjoyed being impaled on his rod while facing away from him—on display for my two lovers, as he held me before him.
“Thank you for apologizing.” I stroke his face. “And I understand why you did it.”
He glances down, then back into my eyes. “Even I don’t understand my actions.” He shakes his head. “I certainly did not at the time.” His palm slides over my cheek. “I became a different man. A man who needed to dominate, to show power.” He looks down. “I’m ashamed—”
“Don’t be ashamed.” I kiss his forehead.
My entire life, I’ve fought for independence from the rule of men who sought to control me.
And yet, part of me gets a thrill while being ruled by Zogar.
Perhaps because I’m ruling him at the same time.
He’s just admitted that his desire for me changes him, makes him lose control, and that makes me feel powerful.
His fingers trail up and down my spine as we look into each other’s eyes. “Thank you, my queen, but I am ashamed. The day we wed, I vowed to treat you as my equal.”
I caress the soft warmth behind one of his ears, loving the reaction I see in his eyes. “We can’t be equals in all things,” I say softly, “and not always.”
He grins with what looks like admiration in his eyes. “My young queen once again shows her wisdom.”
“I only ask that you respect me.” I trace a finger down the strong line of his neck. “I only ask that you never treat me as property. And that you’ll always allow me to express my thoughts.”
His hand slides between my thighs, gently stroking the damp and sensitive skin there. “And what are your thoughts right now, my queen?”
I have so many I don’t know where to start. But my rebuilding arousal reminds me of something. “I too felt shame today. Shame and confusion.”
“When?” His finger flicks close to my sex.
My breath shudders. “I felt shame about how I felt in that club.”
“Shame?” His head cocks to the side. “Why?”
“Those women…” I look into his eyes. “They were powerless. Some may have been there unwillingly.”
“There’s nothing you could have done to help them.” His large hand slides over my ribs. His fingers enclose my breast, and his thumb brushes softly back and forth over my nipple.
I struggle to remember what I was planning to say. “That’s not why I felt ashamed.”
“Then, what was it, my queen?” He lightly pinches my nipple.
I shudder and moan. “Their treatment went against everything I want for myself, everything I want for others.”
His fingers release my nipple, and he holds my breast softly, looking into my eyes and giving me a chance to continue.
“Some of the things we saw in there were repulsive, and yet…” I shake my head. “And yet, I became aroused. Very aroused.”
“I could tell.” His voice is deep and gruff.
I look down.
He tips up my chin, lifting my gaze back to his. “Don’t ever feel ashamed by your feelings, my queen—whether those feelings be emotional or physical.”
My hips pulse against his gentle caresses. “But the way the vampires treated those women—
His fingers flick over the soft skin at the side of my sex, teasing the short curly hair there.
“There’s no shame in feeling aroused, my young queen.” He stares deeply into my eyes. “Even when you witness sexual acts you might not want for yourself, there’s no shame in imagining how those acts might feel.”
My chest fills with warmth. “Really?”
He nods. “I’ve never had a man’s rod inside me.
I’ve never desired one. But the first time I saw one man penetrating another, I turned instantly hard, aroused by both men’s obvious pleasure.
” The lust in Zogar’s expression deepens.
“Watching those men, I could imagine how it might feel, even though I didn’t want it for myself. ”
I nod and then sigh as his hand teases the hair at the apex of my legs. “But those women. The ones who were bound to those plaques on the wall...”
“Lucian assured me they signed contracts to become familiars. Their public display is part of their training.”
“What’s a familiar?” I ask.
“It’s akin to a vampyre’s servant, I suppose. But a high-status servant. Like a gamekeeper, or house manager.”
No servant in Achotia would ever be treated as those women were—not even the concubines—although I wouldn’t put it past some of the males in Tynan’s family to treat their servants that badly. In fact, I witnessed his grandfather treating one of his servants much worse.
Wincing, I put something together. I might not be right about Achotia.
“What are you thinking, my queen?” Zogar asks. “Tell me what vexes you.”
“After my mother died, more than one of the maids at the castle was removed from her position, when she became swollen with child. Back then, I didn’t know how babes were planted.
But now that I do know. Now that I understand the lure of sex.
I can’t help but wonder if some of the babe’s born to those poor maids might have been my half-siblings. ”
Zogar kisses my forehead. “Such things do happen, my queen.”
“I’m glad to hear that those mounted women signed contracts.” I shift on his lap, and his rod, fully stiff again, falls hard against my thigh. “But while I did find that display disturbing, it was also very…arousing.” Remembering the unrelenting strokes of that fucking machine, my cunt pulses.
Cupping my face, Zogar looks deeply into my eyes. “Tell me more.”
I smile, and my cheeks heat. “Seeing the women mounted like that reminded me of the day we married.”
He frowns. “Those wall mounts are nothing like the Throne of Consummation.” His tone is filled with anger. “That throne is part of a sacred ritual—”
I place my finger over his lips. “I didn’t say it was equivalent, just that it reminded me of how it felt to be bound, not being able to move while…” My body heats intensely. I’m certain my cheeks are bright red. “Will we—might we—ever use that throne again?” My teeth scrape my lower lip.
A slight hint of a smile brushes Zogar’s lips. “The throne is sacred, my queen. Meant only for the consummation of a marriage.”
I nod, trying to hide my disappointment. “I only wondered—”
“We can’t use that throne again, but I can use my magic—or other means—to create something similar. If you’d enjoy that.”
Anticipation expands my chest. “I think I might enjoy it. At least, I’m curious about seeing if I might.”
“As your husband, it’s my duty to fulfill your every desire.” He grins, while trying to look serious, as his hands stroke my body, sparking my intense need.
“Perhaps we can try that—someday.” He winks. “Perhaps I will grant you this wish, when you least expect it.” His voice is rich and deep, full of his own desire, but also with something playful. He’s not only pleased but aroused by the notion.
I love how he’s teasing me, and he’s erased every bit of my shame.
Given all the powerful vampyres in that club, I couldn’t have helped those women, even if they’d wanted me to.
And based on what Zogar has said, I shouldn’t feel shame at how their sexual torment aroused me.
Even though my desire made me feel as if I were breaking every Tenet of Othrix at the same time.
Zogar’s thumb brushes over my rigid nipple, and my cunny pulses.
“Thank you.” I smile as I look into his eyes.
“For this?” He brushes my nipple again, then slides my sensitive tip between his thumb and forefinger, temporarily stealing my ability to reply.
“Yes.” My voice shakes. “Thank you for that, but—”
He flicks another finger through my sex and grazes my button with a finger dampened by my juices. “But what, my queen?” Humor teases the desire in his eyes.
I try to hide my reactions to the stimulation. He’s clearly trying to unnerve me. “Thank you for taking away my shame. Thank you for helping me understand what I was feeling.”
“And what are you feeling—right now, my queen?” He presses two fingers inside me, twisting them inside my hot flesh.
I arch in his hold, absorbing the pleasure as I suck in ragged breaths. “I think you well know what I’m feeling right now.”
“Still, it’s best to be certain.” Grinning, he lifts me to stand astride him on the settee.
His fingers still lodged inside me, he pulls me forward, my sex moving close to his face. Letting my legs relax, I rely on his fingers to gently lower me toward him. His face is so close his breath teases my dampened skin and hair. Then the tip of his tongue flicks my button.
I cry out, and my pelvis jerks forward so hard I fear I might have broken his nose. But he chuckles, and his laughter provides extra stimulation against my sensitive folds.
His fingers slip out from inside me, and he repositions us, moving one of my legs over his shoulder and the back of the furniture. Then he slides his fingers, still damp with my juices, between the cheeks of my bottom.
“Is this okay?” He presses his finger against my asshole as he looks into my eyes for the answer. He saw Tynan’s cock penetrating me back there.
“Yes,” I say softly.
He presses his fingertip inside me, and I shudder. The motion shifts my sex forward until it’s firmly against his face. Thinking this is a mistake, I try to pull back, but his tongue slides between my cleft folds, probing and lapping and delivering so much pleasure I want to sing.
Over and over his tongue laps my cunny, and his finger pushes slowly in and out of my bottom, the pressure holding me against his face. Then, just when I’m starting to melt, his lips latch over my button, and the speed of his finger’s plunging inside my asshole accelerates.
As he sucks and licks my button, a song of pleasure erupts from deep in my chest, and my hips buck against his face as he drinks me, lifting me again to the very peak of the highest mountain.